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THE GOMULAGĦ. BY THE AUTHOR OF TALES OF IRISH LIFE.' The long track of light which fell upon the dark floor of Farmer M Corcoran's kitchen announced the hour of one o'clock just as Onagh had teemed the potatoes. In a moment the skeeughll was emptied upon the spacious table that stood under the window; and the smoking esculent, as their exterior coatings burst open, seemed to return the smile of the mid day sun, which peered upon them through the dusky casement. A dozen noggins, without overflowing, full of skimmed milk, were arranged on each side; and, at equal intervals, as many plates loaded with butter. The busy housewife, having looked around to see that all were properly arranged, bastened into the bawn ; and, from
An osier basket, into which the potatoes are emptied; or, as they call it, 'strained.'
VOL. 1, Jan. 1828.